Jake has been the dutiful Imprint, never hesitating to fulfill the role's requirements, until things start to change. This is Jake and Renesmee's story, told from his point of view. Very innocent at first, but she's got the hormone's and body of an 18 year old and he's got the hormones of a teenage boy in a 25 year old's body... you do the math.

Everyone has had the flu so bad it made them regret the day they were born. I just never thought it'd happen to me; because, I mean, I'm half-vampire. I'm a hybrid for god's sake.

She nods against his chest, breathing in the scent of his grey t-shirt. Pine and wintergreen. The smell of Jacob. Both familiar and comforting. "Will you stay with me? Please?" Renesmee-Jacob one-shot.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.

A year after the war's end, the gaang returns to the Fire Nation for a week of diplomatic meetings. There, they hear rumors about a vigilante who wears a blue mask and Katara finds herself digging deeper into his identity and motives. Blue/Zutara Lemons